Emails to Kurt, Alison, Angelo, Jubilee

[x-madelyn.livejournal.com]

To: [human punching bag]
From: [horribly embarrassed]



In return for slugging you the other night, how about dinner sometime? In between crises, of course. *wry smile*

Maddie.

PS: I'm still angry. But I'm willing to try and start talking to the Man Upstairs again. Church tomorrow? Not the early service, I'm watching over Mick tonight.


To: [firefly]
From: [maddie]



Hey,

When you've got a minute or three, want to come down and visit? Mick's... well, he's not great, but there's hope there. And I could use the company. And so could you, I think.

Maddie.

PS: Haroun's been down for filtering twice in the last couple of days. You're holding out on the gossip front, aren't you?



To: [angelo]
From: [madelyn]



I'm planning on going to the mid-morning church service tomorrow. Want to come along?

Madelyn.



To: [firecracker]
From: [overworked]



Apologies for blowing you off the other day, kiddo. It's been a crappy week, and my head was not in the good place. Can I interest you in a trip to the mall later this week? I need to do some clothes shopping and I'm willing to treat you something insanely sugary as a peace-offering. Or you could pop down for a visit - I'm on call tonight, so I'm in the medlab for the duration.

Mads.

Comments

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

To: [smartypants]
From: [firefly]
Subject: I like what's on my t-shirt now better, actually...

Heya,

Everyday. I'll be down everyday to see him, just like I was this morning. Sorry I kinda blurred by you then... make it up to you with breakfast tomorrow? Today? Er, you know.

Erm. Ah... well, there's kinda of an arm keeping me where I am right now, but I'll try to come down tomorrow morning? I'm only checking emails until then anyway though, feel free to spam me. I'm in one of the wide awake in the middle of the night moments.

Alison

PS: Nooooo. Not much? You're going to take a crowbar to me to get more info, aren't you?

Subject: Arms?!

[x-madelyn.livejournal.com]

To: [firefly]
From: [devourer of waffles]

Damn, I was run off my feet - missed you entirely. Breakfast, yes. Can't miss the semi-regular breakfast date.

That's fine, I'll see you... wait. _Arm_? There's arms involved? You wench, you've definitely been holding out on me. I knew _he_ was leaning that way, but you... Who hit you with the clue by four?

Maddie.

PS: Not much my ass. *points to arm comments* And it'll be the tranq gun for you again, missy. Spill.

Subject: One arm! Ok, maybe two now...

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

To: [darthappywoman]
From: [firefly]

Will do breakfast then. Hrm. Something good and maybe not just waffles and - I'm hungry now. Too comfy to move though.

It's a nice arm, even if Nathan put a hole in it. I like it a lot. The arm I mean, not the hole Nathan put in it. That part's not so good. Moira took care of it though.

...

You knew too? GAH! Did everyone know but me? I can't believe I was that dense for so long. And well -it sort of snuck up on me and I can only be dense so much, right? ...don't answer that.

Alison

PS: Erm - it happened and then there was the mission and I've been sort of hiding out since we got back except for the tucking Miles in thing or talking to Mick (and Nathan this morning) and... yeah.

Subject: Two's generally the accepted number...

[x-madelyn.livejournal.com]

To: [clueless]
From: [fear the tranq gun]

There's arms and comfy and now you're just taunting me, aren't you?

Wait a minute. Hole? Nathan put a _hole_ in Haroun's arm? He neglected to mention that when I saw him earlier. Things okay?

*smug* We talk. He talked. There was talking. And sighing. And possibly even pining. And I'll answer it any way: yes, you are dense. Extremely. Denser than a... extremely dense thing.

Maddie.

PS: Back up. _What_ happened? Mission and bad dreams and such I get, but what happened to make Haroun first stop when you can't sleep, hmm?

Subject: Juuust a second, need to move one away a bit...

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

To: [still getting breakfast tomorrow]
From: [extremely clueless, le sigh]

I am not! He's just very comfy to be held by, is all. Wait ...ONLY CUDDLING! That's all it was, really!

Shard of something. Probably a table or the like, Nathan went boom and Haroun's fine, really. All patched up now, though. No worries. :)

Gah. Double gah. But I'm glad he had someone to talk to while I was being denser than lead. I'm still wondering how I - well no. I know why I missed all the signs. Blind spot I have. He did the right thing at the right time and I stopped telling myself I was imagining things at that point. I do not have a big sappy grin right now. Much.

Alison
PS: I'm flailing now, only not because I don't want him to wake up. It's nice here. Erm. I just got back from the mission, took a shower and couldn't sleep, so I went out for a walk and ended in front of the door to his room?

Subject: Yep, definitely taunting.

[x-madelyn.livejournal.com]

To: [clueless byond belief]
From: [damn straihgt I'm getting waffles with all the filtering I'll be doing]

Oh yes, you're definitely clueless. How can you be the Devil Woman and be so clueless. Of course there's going to be innuendo. ;)

That explains Cain's ire... Just as well I sent Nate back up to Moira tonight. I'm sitting here with Mick with the laptop. He's sleeping, if you were wondering.

We're buddies. We talk. And the poor guy needed to talk to someone before he exploded. It was rather cute, actually. I told him he'd need to spell it out in big letters, though, since _someone_ is clueless. ;) I take it that's what this "right thing" was? Since you aren't coming out and _telling_ me, wench.

Damn, I wish I had a camera for that sappy grin. Bribery material for the next ten years... ;)

Maddie.

PS: Before the mission. _Before_. There was a date, wasn't there? There was a date and you didn't tell me and now I'm pouting and hurt. Really.

Subject: No, really - that hand needed moving.

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

From: [clueless beyond belief but comfy!]
To: [getting many waffles and coffee and other good things]

(Actually - show me how that blood filtering works, if you weren't kidding about that? Might not be a bad idea.)

No fair! I'm the one supposed to be doing the innuendo! Not the other way around!

I... thank you. It's silly maybe, but I feel responsible for Mick. Maybe I'll bring him a book or something when he's feeling a bit steadier. At least keep him from staring at the ceiling, right?

Didn't know you were that close to Haroun. We need to talk more, we do. And... actually, not really - instead of always being really blatant and all he stopped and just held me and didn't say anything for a while. The whole evening was a build up but that's the moment where I that made me stop telling myself it was just harmless flirting and consider that it might be more. Was more. Silly, but there you go... and hey, he was already holding me at that point.

Sappy grin and a half. And then more. And you're not taking pictures of it - pbbbbht!

Alison

PS: Erm. Yes, there was. And I sort of didn't tell anyone except Lorna because she apparently knew and turned off our comms so we didn't know Scott had been nabbed and stayed out instead of coming in and god it was a really fantastic evening except for that stupid little bit- right. Ahem.

Subject: Hands! Hands in interesting new places!

[x-madelyn.livejournal.com]

To: [comfortably clueless]
From: [much happier doctor]

(That can be arranged. He'll probably need it again in the morning after all this comfy business - bring both yourselves down and we'll run through it.)

Ironic, isn't it? *innocent look*

*nods* That would be good. He's restrained at the moment, but when he's stronger, reading material would be perfect. Music at the moment wouldn't be a bad idea, possibly those books on CD? Since he's tied down? I know you're the goddess of all things musically inclined, which is why I'm mentioning it to you.

Yes and no. We work out together - he spots me, I spot him, and we've been talking for a couple of months now. And the flirting, obviously, because this _is_ Haroun we're talking about. I think he needs friends - he seemed so... alone when he came back. I suppose losing your home does that, opens you up.

Ahem.

Any way, yes, he needed to talk. To someone who wasn't one of the guys, you know? And apparently I have that listening face. ;)

Holding works. Okay, having a sappy moment here. Complete with version of the grin. That's so sweet and lovely and okay I'm done.

Maddie.

PS: Ah. Damn crises. How the hell are any of us supposed to have a life if people keep disappearing or being eaten by demons and the like?

Subject: I think I hurt something trying not to laugh out loud at that one...

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

To: [my favoritest former FBI doctor inna world]
From: [warm and comfy]

(...which reminds me. Got anything for bruises? Got hit in the side pretty hard last night. Ow. And I'll bring him down to the medlab. Soon as I can talk myself into getting out of the nice and comfy spot.)

Pbhhhhht!

Music I can do. I'll drop some mp3s on the medserver for you - erm, I'll try not to overdo it? And I'll start thinking of something interesting to bring to him reading wise.

That's what threw me off at first, you know? The way he'd flirt with pretty much any of the women here. ...don't laugh, but I'm as insecure as the next girl. So it was hard to think it meant anything when I knew about that and I didn't want to really believe because I- gah. GAH. Issues. Issues muddled things up nicely. But he didn't give up. Thank heaven for that.

Miles had a List. He decided I was lonely. I found that out when I told him about Haroun the next morning. So he made up a list and- it made me laugh when I found out, but I cried about it later.

Yeah, I'd have to agree with the listening face thing all right.

It really was sweet and lovely and all that. And then it got hot and intense and erm, stopping now. Ahem. Stupid wide grin now. Muchly so.

Alison

PS: Apparently, your friends cheat and make sure you do. Haroun had a fit at her over it, but - I was just too happy really. Still am.

Subject: I try my best.

[x-madelyn.livejournal.com]

To: [now you just want something]
From: [blushing furiously]

(Last night as in Belgium? *shakes head* I'll do what I can this late in the scheme of things, but I might have to toss you the way of our resident witch.)

'Some' mp3s? I'm counting fifty already and it's been twenty minutes. You're crazed with snuggliness, that's got to be it.

Insecure? Not laughing, I'm not... it's more of a snigger. Really. My God, Ali, you're an incredible and extremely attractive woman, of _course_ he's smitten with you. Poor bastard didn't stand a chance. ;) But I get the Issues. Everyone has at least one. I'm just glad you didn't let that get in the way, in the end. And that Haroun in Haroun and wouldn't take clueless for an answer.

You have the world's more adorable son, you realise this, don't you? He had a List? That's so sad and sweet and... Gah, excuse me while I turn into goo over here. Ahem. Okay, apparently the ten hours' sleep wasn't enough and I still have mushy brain. Because between the List and the Stupid Grins and the Holding and all, I'm just a puddle of girly goo. Gah. The guys at the Bureau would so not recognise me right now.

And people keep telling me nice things about myself. Was there a memo?

Maddie.

PS: Go Lorna. *grins*

Subject: It's a very impressive best.

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

To: [blushing girl]
From: [pretty sure I got all I want, actually]

(Yes. Sorry - should have come down last night but you had Mick to deal with and all I wanted was a hot shower and sleep. So very badly.)

Only fifty? I'm being slow, I am. Here, that should be better. Snuggliness is a wonderful amazing thing.

Yeah, but in the music business Madelyn, extremely attractive women are a dime a dozen. I learned that real fast and real hard. So. Anyway - Issues are an evil thing and that didn't help in the least. I'm glad too, and then some. Sorry, got distracted staring for a bit.

I know. And Miles puts up with a lot of fumbling from me now and then and I'm generally really lucky to have him. If you'd told me I'd be a mother one day I'd have laughed you out of the room. I never thought I'd have a kid - and I think that the fact that he's seven actually gives me a chance to do okay at this. A very old seven year old, sometimes. A very patient seven year old. (And the guys at the bureau are missing out. Sucks to be them. Ha.)

Naw. You just deserve to have nice things being said about you, s'all.

Alison

PS: Tell me about it. Heh! I should try and actually sleep in my room soon. Say hi to my roomie and all too. Eep.

Subject: Gah. Gushing. When did I turn into a teenage girl?

[x-madelyn.livejournal.com]

To: [entirely forgiven]
From: [the best at what I do]

(Think Logan will come after me for breach of copyright?)

(It's been a shitty... unspecified time period. I worry. You know that. Amanda should be able to help some, if I can't. Can't have bruising getting in the way of snuggling now, can we?)

Gah. Hank's going to pitch a fit when he sees all these. Or not - I think he hooked the computers down here to NASA for extra memory space or something. Still, I hope Mick appreciates it - he needs something to focus on other than the mess in his head. Which is why I knocked him out tonight. He needed breathing space.

You know, the music business is the polar opposite to the Bureau. You tend to forget you're female at all - if anything, you downplay it, in order to be taken seriously in the boy's club. But yes, Issues are evil and sometimes require exorcism.

And you forgot the incredible part. Nothing to do with how you look, but what you _are_. An incredible, strong, brave, amusing and smart woman who just happens to look very nice in a little black dress. ;)

There's less fumbling than you thnk. And Miles is indeed a pretty special kid. It's amazing how well he's come through a hellish childhood, how much he's progressing _now_. Does the heart good to see it. Especially lately.

The guys at the Bureau know me as the eternal tomboy. Beer drinking, pool playing, she who always wears sensible shoes... Oh God, I sound like that Sandra Bullock character in "Miss Congeniality" Not that bad. But to hear me giggling and cooing over a friend's new boyfriend? Instant heart attacks. And lots of mocking.

First Scott, then Nathan, now you. It's a conspiracy, I tell you.

Maddie.

PS: She might require ID before she lets you in at this rate. ;)

Subject: You're just missing the pink barettes and the glitter nail polish now... ;)

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

To: [gushing teenage girl]
From: [going very limp and lazy here]

(You'll have time to run, considering the furball is still in Canada. Head start and all.)

(Yeah. We're both worry warts. And it's only bruising, really, nothing more than that. The leathers dampen things a lot.)

Hank? Naw, he'll know it was me, no problem there, he's used to me taking up a lot of space one way or another, music wise. And good. Mick should get some rest and space and pretty much anything he wants.

Huh. Yeah, I can see where it'd be like that - the Good Ole Boys' Club thing. We've got variations on that in the music biz too. And then other clubs. Heh. ...no exorcisms! Sorry, reflex. Yana induced. ;)

I... have Issues with being told I'm incredible and all that stuff? But I'll take it like a woman and say thank you. *nods* Thank you.

I don't know - he seems happy though and he hasn't pulled the "what DO you think you're doing anyway?" look on me in a while now. It still baffles me how he can progress so fast, but I'm not complaining. We're still getting some pretty hair raising stories from him now and then, at the sessions with Samson. One day, I'm going to find the owner of that freak show. I hope someone's there to hold me back from doing something too permanent.

I'm not going to quote at you from that movie. For now. I'm too mellow. But it may come back to haunt you, yes. ;)

Ha! Betcha it doesn't stop with me! ;)

Alison

PS: Wah! Not funny! And she's been sneaking Alex in for ages, so there. Nyah!

E-mail to Maddy

[x-jubilee.livejournal.com]

From: [The poor neglected soul]
To: [Horrible nasty neglicating adult type person.]
Subject: Oh the pain, the pain!

*grins impishly.* Sorry, couldn't resist.

Thought you might be busy. So, no harm, no foul. Anyhoo, I shall be down tonight with the caffeinated beverage of your choice, in hand. But I won't say no to a shopping trip (Especially not when there's an offer of free sugary treats involved. Although, considering the amount of those I'm going to get trick or treating with the littlies I may feel somewhat sick at the sight of sugar for a bit.)

Still, hopefully the trip to the club with the other teen deliquents in training will work off some of that. (Hmm...now there's an idea for the movie night. 'Rebel without a cause'. )

[x-skin.livejournal.com]

To: [Dr. Bartlet]
From: [Angelo]

Definitely. I'm already in New York - stayed with Mom last night - so I could meet you there if you want, save you going out of your way to come get me. Let me know?

Angelo

Reply to Angelo

[x-madelyn.livejournal.com]

Meeting you there sounds fine to me - Kurt's teleporting me in. Do you need a lift back?

Maddie.

Re: Reply to Angelo

[x-skin.livejournal.com]

I hear there's some kind of Halloween party thing going on in town, and Clarice's sorted out my costume, so I'll be going to that for sure. Not sure yet if I'll be coming back here before clubbing - it seems a bit pointless, when I could just stay in town and come back with the group afterwards, so no worries about the lift. Thanks anyway, though.

Angelo

[x-bamf.livejournal.com]

Madelyn,

Dinner sounds wonderful - perhaps when our newest arrival is back on his feet, you could leave him with Nathan or Moira or Alison and take an evening off?

And I would be glad to go to church with you. Just let me know what time you would like to go, and we can teleport, unless you would prefer to drive.

Kurt

Reply to Kurt

[x-madelyn.livejournal.com]

See, when you put caveats like "when you have the chance" on things, that's just tempting another disaster. *wry grin* But yes, I'll make the time. My treat, after all.

Teleporting would mean extra sleeping time. This sounds like a plan. Pop by around 10.30? Angelo will be meeting us there - he has his own arguments with God to settle.

Maddie.

PS: I didn't hurt you, did I?

Re: Reply to Kurt

[x-bamf.livejournal.com]

Just name the day, then, and I will be there.

10.30 it is. And having read Angelo's post, I am not surprised. Does he need to be brought back here, afterwards?

Kurt.

PS: A few minor bruises, perhaps. Nothing you should worry or feel guilty about.